I refer to actually getting onstage as ‘the walk’. It’s that twenty seconds of disbelief that I am actually going to go out there and actually sing, and my neck becomes stiff, and my posture devolves, and my bones coagulate in some caveman foetal position in efforts to protect myself from pain. But something beautiful happens…not always…but most of the time. Something cosmic like a first kiss or fresh socks. But better.
Ryan Adams, Tracks (2004)
